This is just up the street from Ribfest, where I once had this really embarrassing celebrity encounter. I was there with my friend Judy and we were sitting at one of the picnic tables when I looked over at one of the lines for ribs and said, "Oh my God, I think that's David Schwimmer--DS!" and she exclaimed, "Oh my God, it is DS!" He was surrounded by all these girls fawning and giggling over him--"Oh, aren't you the guy from Friends?" I realized that I had a way to talk to him without mentioning the show, so we walked up to him and I said, "Hey, I work at a gallery that I think you're on the board of," and he said, "Oh, really" to be polite. Judy piped in with "I'm a teacher," and again he was like, "Oh, really." We were struggling for conversation with him, and you could tell that he wanted nothing to do with us, so we took the hint and walked away. Much later that night when we were leaving we saw DS also leaving. As I was getting into the cab I called, "See you later, David. Why don't you come visit us at the gallery sometime?" and he rolled his eyes and waved and said, "Uh, OK, sure." Then Judy rolled down the window and took a picture as I screamed at the cab, "Hit the gas!" I'm still mortified by this.
--Melissa Farrar, arts program coordinator